not talking about writing for a few minutes

[dragonlady7]

so. went out to dinner with dave to celebrate my noveling accomplishment.
pizza & wings. Classic Buffalo cuisine. We went to Bob & John's on Hertel, and had their excellent BBQ wings and their exemplary pepperoni & cheese pizza.

I ground out another 500 words and will probably keep working tonight, but it was significant to be able to go out and eat. We hadn't gone out since about 2 weeks ago. We tend not to go out anymore. Not since Dave's savings ran out.

so now i'm gonna go watch Evil Dead, which I rented for Halloween and never had a chance to watch.

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this is from kat

[(Anonymous)]

So, after one week (OK, 9 days), you're at 50K and I'm at 1,000 words.
sigh

Re: this is from kat

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Also, you have a job and can pay your bills. i have none and am fuckin' broke. Who's got a sweeter deal, really?


(Am in awful mood. Computer is fucking up. Stupid computer. Boyfriend is grumpy. Stupid ... well, no. But anyway.)

Re: this is from kat

[(Anonymous)]

This is a good point. It would normally make me feel better, but I woke up with the worry that I might have seriously gotten something wrong in a story I wrote last night for today's paper. Too late to change it now...and so I'm just hoping it ISN'T wrong and trying to pretend I'm not putting off going to work, where I'll find out if it was wrong. So right now, reminding me that I have a job is exactly what I'm trying to pretend I don't have.
sigh
Damn it, I hate that when I make a mistake, thousands of people will read it. Granted only about five will know it was a mistake, but they'll be really mad at me.
What happened was this: I wrote a budget story in which I said that a particular cut had been included in the preliminary budget. Then it occurred to me that the cut might have been made later (and as such won't happen -- you see, that's why it matters -- if it was in the prelim, due to complicated legal matters, the cut will happen, and if the cut was proposed later, it won't happen).
So I called the supervisor, who wrote the budget, and left him a message asking him. He always returns my calls.
Then I got called off on a series of catastrophes (people trying to kill themselves, people actually killing themselves,people trying to kill other people, etc.)
At the end of that, my editor said, "Ok, you've worked 11 hours today, go home."
And I did, forgetting that the supervisor had never called me back about that cut.
Damn, damn, damn.
I sure as hell hope I was right.
If not, I will have mislead sooooo many people... of course, they will all be glad if I'm wrong, because nobody wants the cut to happen (except two Democrats who proposed it).
See, this is when I hate my job. Or rather my performance thereof. Cross your fingers and hope that I was right.
Kathleen

Re: this is from kat

[(Anonymous)]

I WAS RIGHT!
yay.

Re: this is from kat

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Oh good.

I like to hear happy endings from my friends in the working world, sometimes. It's not all pain and misery! Sometimes things work out!

You are too good, Kat.